Page 60 of Stealing Forever

Knitting his brows together, he stays silent, waiting for me to continue.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay with this. On some level, it’s weird. We both know it’s true. You hired me to be Sailor's nanny and now…”

“And now I can’t imagine our lives without you, Hailey,” he cuts me off. “You’ve become so much more than just Sailor’s nanny. She loves you, and I love having you here with us.” Playing with my hair, he scoots closer on the couch, then brings his other hand to grip my chin, tilting my head in his direction. “I have no doubt in my mind that I want to see where this can go between us. I know the risks, and I’d be lying if I said the thought of potentially losing you, not just for my own selfish reasons, butfor Sailor, is absolutely terrifying, but not enough to keep me from you.”

He kisses me softly, pulling me in with his heartfelt words and gentle touch. A sigh of relief pours out of me as Declan whispers, “Let me take you to bed, sweetheart. It’s about time I show you just how much I appreciate all you do for this family.”

Standing, he takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. Our fingers tangle as he leads me from the living room, taking me to a space that I’ve felt was off-limits up until now.

When we enter his room, I’m hit with Declan’s scent. It washes over me, calming my nerves while setting my soul on fire. This is happening. It’sreallyhappening.

I walk in further, looking around at his dark walls and hunter green bedding. There are photos on the wall, framed around the flatscreen TV hanging across from his bed. A simple dresser sits next to the wall, and there’s an attached bathroom. The room is spacious and minimally furnished, but cozy and incrediblyhim.

As I take it all in, I hear the door shut behind me. A smile pulls at my lips when Declan comes up behind me and sweeps my hair off my neck before he presses his lips to the delicate skin.

“Are you sure you want this, sweetheart? It’s not too late to say no.”

More than I want my next breath, Declan.

But I say nothing and turn to face him. Sliding my hands up his chest, I encircle his neck with my arms, resting them loosely on his shoulders, then push up on my tiptoes and kiss him.

It quickly erupts into more—our hands wander, our tongues tangle.

Declan’s capable hands grip the hemline of my shirt, pulling it over my head with urgency. I do the same to his, grabbing a handful of fabric and pull it up. He helps remove it, and tosses it to the side.

Next goes my bra, and as he unhooks it, a different kind of satisfaction sparks. I tip my head back as one of Declan’s palms grips my breast, and the heat of his tongue slides from my clavicle to my jaw.

Reaching down, I rub his erection through his jeans, feeling how hard and incredibly huge he is, and it dawns on me that it might not fit inside of me. It’s daunting, but it doesn’t stop me from unhooking the button on his pants and rolling down the zipper.

Declan sucks in a sharp breath and thrusts into my palm when I wrap my fingers around him. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

“You might be too big,” I breathe, stroking his shaft with one hand while I use the other to start pushing down his jeans and underwear. It's not the most eloquent of movements, but it’s getting the job done.

“It’ll fit, don’t worry.” He pushes his clothes down the rest of the way until he’s completely nude in front of me, and I’m naked from the waist up.

I take a minute to admire him—the ridges of his abs, the sexy Adonis belt that is practically an arrow leading to his erection that juts out, thick and commanding. Finally, I graze my eyes up his body and connect with his. They shine with desire as he looks back at me, and he takes a step forward, his hands tugging on the waist of my jeans. Undoing them, he silently pushes them down, taking my panties with them, until they pool at my feet. He doesn’t give me the chance to step out of them before I’m lifted into his arms and walked to his bed.

He lays me against the mattress with ease, taking his time to gently place me down. “You’re so damn beautiful, Hailey.” He kisses my shoulder. “Inside.” The top of my breast. “And out.” He takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling the sensitive peak around on his tongue before releasing it. “I love your body.”A gentle kiss is placed on my stomach. “Every inch of you is perfect.”

“I have my flaws,” I tell him, insecurity rearing its ugly head without warning.

“Not to me.”

I gasp when his fingers touch my center, spreading me without hesitation, like he’s already well acquainted with my body.

My legs fall open when he starts to strum his fingertips against my clit like it’s his own personal instrument—and maybe it is, since a chorus of moans falls from my lips. Closing my eyes, I do everything in my power to let go of everything other thanthisfeeling.

Thisincrediblefeeling.

“I’m going to start stretching you a little, sweetheart. Get you ready for me.” His voice is gruff and strained, like he’s holding back from his own pleasure to create mine.

“Let me touch you.” I reach for him, but he pulls his hips away.

“Hailey, the only action I’ve gotten in the last two years is by my own hand, aside from the other night with you. If you touch me, I can’t guarantee I won’t come in yours the moment you stroke me. Right now, I want to make you feel good, sweetheart. Can you let me do that for you?”

Not waiting for a response, he pushes a finger into me.

“Oh my God,” I cry out, bucking my hips.

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